I haven't looked at that fucking book except to pick it up and toss it in something to haul it out of the fucked up trailer when I got home.

And I wasn't trying to come across as bragging. Considering all the fucking shit I've been through with my job, preparing for BM, mom's chemo, sick grandparents and the like that I was dealing with, this was really a gift from the gods. I've done so much for everyone else this year that it was nice to have something good happen for me instead of getting fucked over or having to deal with everyone else's fucked up problems. So it wasn't bragging, really it's my way of saying that finally the Karma Gods remembered me. And all is right with the world again...ok at least until my fucking job goes to India and I get to fly over and train my replacement.

Others have fucking problems worse than mine but you wouldn't want to walk in my fucked shoes right now either. What a fucked up mess....and oh yeah, Fuck Yer Day.....

Isotopia wrote:So, how the fuck does one get fucking playa dust out of the fucking turbo bearings in their fucking engine?

Playa dust probably had nothing to do with it. Turbomachinery runs hot--at exhaust gas temperatures--and (except for some experimental oil-less ones NASA has funded) is lubed by ordinary crankcase oil. The high temps result in "coking" which is a buildup of carbonaceous material that makes the rotating shaft that connects the turbine to the compressor stick in its housing. Dismantling it is probably not practical for shade-tree mechanics because of the assembly pressures and tight tolerances needed to do it right.

The poor thing gets all the hotter when operating in the desert, but the long struggle up the mountains was probably much worse for it. New, none of that would matter but this last trip might have been just a little too much for an already-coked-up turbo bearing with lots of operating hours.

If dust had anything to do with it your induction air filter and/or ductwork has a major problem that needs fixing. An ordinary air filter should take care of playa dust just fine. Also, don't use cheap shitty crankcase oil in turbocharged vehicles--stick to manufacturer's recommendations or if it's an older vehicle, more modern oils than were available when it was built.

Well...the Nikon Coolpix I have sucks at night and I was too busy grabbing a few necessities to worry about grabbing a camera. It happened so fast.

And PJ, yeah, it's a round trip ticket.....
Nothing's official yet but my workplace looks like a fucking ghost town...they had to bring in 20 contractors as the regulars transferred out.

I'm staying put until they say we stay, or if I go I take my 2 months of severance, take a nice trip to San Francisco for a few days for a break, then I come back and get on with things. Until it breaks one way or the other, fuck them.

And details, sheesh she didn't even want foreplay. She wanted things to happen now. It kinda surprised me...I tried to be nice, and she wants it NOW. I wasn't going to argue either, give'em what they want. Nothing more to tell....

Actually it was kinda disappointing because there's so much more than just the basic stuff out there. And that's all she wanted....she would have been a great warm up for the Canadian Beaver Contest....but alas it was not to be this year. Maybe next year...but there's those damn expectations coming up again.

I won't hold it against you this time, flaunting the way you did in front of us fuck challenged and all. Everybody deserves a good spontaneous fucking every now and then. Just don't go thinking this is the beginning of good shit coming your way. OK? But the truth is, I hope it is.
Oh yeah, Fuck your day!

I want the be the fucker (fuckee?) that gets hauled off and fucked on the open playa. But girls "can't" want that. And come on, there's a very nebulous area between being hauled off and fucked and hauled off and raped.

Don't get me wrong, I appreciate all the fucking I got (which wasn't alot, but I've always valued quality over quantity and it sure was that--although it sure lasted a long time...) but a girl has to have fantasies, you know...

Just to clarify for the fucking record...she grabbed my hand and led me out to the playa. So yeah, girls can "want that", this one did. Being honest it shocked the hell out of me. I mean I live in Kansas City which is like very conservative. So to go out to BRC and have something so spontaneous happen was a total fucking shock to the system.

Ivy wrote:Who dragged who in the fucking aforemententioned fucking scenario?

The anonymous girl dragged Kiamix off into the dark. I say he deserved it. (The bastard.)

Ivy wrote:I want the be the fucker (fuckee?) that gets hauled off and fucked on the open playa. But girls "can't" want that.

Bullshit. The greatest girls in the world want that. And every guy I think is worth hanging out with wants a girl that wants that. Girls that want that are an elite minority--for now. Their day in the sun is fast arriving.

Ivy wrote:And come on, there's a very nebulous area between being hauled off and fucked and hauled off and raped.

The tiniest bit of communication defines the difference between the two.

Ivy wrote:Don't get me wrong, I appreciate all the fucking I got (which wasn't a lot, but I've always valued quality over quantity and it sure was that--although it sure lasted a long time...) but a girl has to have fantasies, you know...

Good place to act out some of those fantasies. If they don't quite work out, oh well, try again.

Kinetic wrote:...she grabbed my hand and led me out to the playa...I mean I live in Kansas City which is like very conservative. So to go out to BRC and have something so spontaneous happen was a total fucking shock to the system.

Normally, in Kansas City this scenario on plays out when one of the participants is bovine.